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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.