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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.