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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Index,
Skriet,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.