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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.