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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cowsills 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.