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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.