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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Crime,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.