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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.