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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Excepter,
MC5,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.