Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gong to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.

All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Altered Images, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Swans, FM Einheit, MDC, Rhythm & Sound, Kango’s Stein Massive, Byron Stingily, Wire, DeepChord presents Echospace, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Blues Magoos, Ronnie Foster, Al Stewart, Moss Icon, The Divine Comedy, The Litter, Robert Görl, The Zeros, Soulsonic Force, Popol Vuh, Joyce Sims, Kerri Chandler, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Ultimate Spinach, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Chris Corsano, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, L. Decosne, Piero Umiliani, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Pet Shop Boys, Prince Buster, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Depeche Mode, The Gories, ABBA, Sixth Finger, Soft Cell, John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Matthew Halsall, Bluetip, Sexual Harrassment, Aloha Tigers, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Jimmy McGriff, Wolf Eyes, Soul II Soul, UT, OOIOO, Black Sheep, Amon Düül, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Swans, The Moody Blues, Pantytec, Lou Reed & Metallica, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)