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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.