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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Doors,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.