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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.