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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.