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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.