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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
DNA,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.