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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.