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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.