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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.