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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.