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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.