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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.