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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Index,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.