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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.