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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.