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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.