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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.