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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.