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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.