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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Audionom,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.