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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.