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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.