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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.