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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Smog,
Japan,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.