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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.