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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.