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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.