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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.