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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.