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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.