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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Slave,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.