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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.