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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.