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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.