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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.