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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.