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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.