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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Swans,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.