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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.