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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.