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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.