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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.