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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.