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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.