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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.