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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.