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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
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.