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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.