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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Quantec,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.