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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.