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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.