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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.