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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.