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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.