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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.