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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.