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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.