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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.