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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.