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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.