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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.