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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.