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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.