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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.