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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.