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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.