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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.