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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.