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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.