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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.