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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.