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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.