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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.