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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.