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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.