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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.