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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.