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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.