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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.