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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.