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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.