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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.