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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.