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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.