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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.