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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.