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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.