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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.