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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Chrome,
Television,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.