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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.