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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.