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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Scientists,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.