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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Move 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.