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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.