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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Japan,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.