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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.