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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane 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 jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.