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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.