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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.