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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 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?
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.