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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.