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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Cure,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.