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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.