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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.