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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.