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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.