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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.