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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Roxette,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.