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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.