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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Franke,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.