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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.