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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Move,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.