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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.