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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.