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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.