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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.