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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.