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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Magma,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.