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 Spain and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Brick,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.