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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.