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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.