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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Can,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.