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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.