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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
UT,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.