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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.