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 Australia and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.