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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.