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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.