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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.