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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.