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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Visage,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.