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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.