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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.