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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.