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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.