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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.