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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.