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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.