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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.