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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.