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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Move,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.