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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.