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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.