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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.