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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Wake to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.