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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.