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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.