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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.