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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.