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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.