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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Index,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.