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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.