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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.