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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.