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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
CMW,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.