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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Swans,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
UT,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.