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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.