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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.