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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.