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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.