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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.