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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
UT,
Quantec,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.