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 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.