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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.