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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Nas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.