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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.