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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.