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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.