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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.