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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.