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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.