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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.