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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Gong,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.