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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.