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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.