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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.