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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.