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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.