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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Gories,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.