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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Josef K,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.