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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.