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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.