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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.