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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.