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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.