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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Rakim,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.