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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.