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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.