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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.