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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.