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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.