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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.