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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.