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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.