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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.