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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Index,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.