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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.