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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.