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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.