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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
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.