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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Monks,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.