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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.