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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.