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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.