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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.