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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.