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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.