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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.