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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.