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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
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.