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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.