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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.