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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Whodini 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.