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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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?
Slave,
cv313,
PIL,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Q65,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.