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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.