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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Wings,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.