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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.