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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.