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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.