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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Scion,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.