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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
ABC,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.