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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.