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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Gong,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.