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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.