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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.