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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Smog,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.