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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.