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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.