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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.