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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.