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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.