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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.