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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.