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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Gong,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.