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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.