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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.