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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.