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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Index,
the Human League,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.