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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.