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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Franke,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.