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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.