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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.