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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.