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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Oneida,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.