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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.