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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Saints,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.