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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.