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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
UT,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.