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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.