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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.