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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.