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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.