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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
JFA,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.