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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.