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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.