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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.