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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Amazonics 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.