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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
10cc,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.