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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Standells 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 grime 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 a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.