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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.