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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.