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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.