Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Organ,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.