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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.