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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.