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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Gong,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.