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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.