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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.