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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.