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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.