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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.