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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.