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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.