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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.