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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.