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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.