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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.