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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Ituana,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.