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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.