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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.