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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Brick,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.