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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Mars,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.