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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.