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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.