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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.