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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.