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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.