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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.