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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
PIL,
June Days,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.