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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.