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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Television,
Japan,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.