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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.