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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.