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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Human League to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Magma,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.