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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.