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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.