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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.