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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Excepter,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.