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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.