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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.