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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.