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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.