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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.