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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.