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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.