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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.