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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Roxette,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.