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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.