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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.