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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Monochrome Set 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.