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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.