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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
John Holt,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.