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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.