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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.