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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
X-102,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.