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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.