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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.