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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.