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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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PIL,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.