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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.