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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
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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.