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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.