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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.