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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Ronan,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.