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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.