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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.