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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.