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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.