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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.