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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.