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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.