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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.