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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.