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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.