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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.