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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.