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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.