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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.