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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.