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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.