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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
the Human League,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.