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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Wings,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.