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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.