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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.