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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.