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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.