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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.