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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.