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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Magma,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.