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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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?
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.