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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.