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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.