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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.