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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.