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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.