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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.