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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.