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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.