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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.