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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.