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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.