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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.