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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.