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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.