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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.