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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.