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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.