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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.