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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.