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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Fear,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.