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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.