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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.