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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.