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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Can,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.