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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.