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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.