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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
ABC,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.