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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.