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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.