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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.