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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.