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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.