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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.