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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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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.