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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.