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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.