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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.