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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.