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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.