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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.