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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.