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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.