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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.