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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.