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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.