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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.