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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.