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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.