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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.