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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.