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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Move,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.