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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.