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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.