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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.