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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.