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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.