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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.