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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Can,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.