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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Rakim,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.