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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Gong,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.