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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Television,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.