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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.