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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.