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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.