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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.