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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.