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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.