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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.