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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.