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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.