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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.