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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.