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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Smog,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.