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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.