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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Hashim,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.