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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Technova,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Fall,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.