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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
MDC,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.