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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Crime,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.