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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.