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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.