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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.