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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.