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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.