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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.