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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.