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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.