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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.