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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.