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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.