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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.