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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.