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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.