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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.