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 Belgium and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.