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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.