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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.