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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.