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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Can,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.