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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
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The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.