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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
UT,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.