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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
The Index,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.