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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.