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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.