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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Television,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.