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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.