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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.