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 Egypt and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba 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?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Magma,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.