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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
X-101,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Wings,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.