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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum 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 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.