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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Index,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.