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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.