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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.