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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.