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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.