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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
X-102,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.