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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.