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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
New Order,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.