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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.