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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.