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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.