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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Franke,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.