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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.