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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.