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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.