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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Doors,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.