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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.