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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
X-102,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.