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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
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.