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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.