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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.