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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.