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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.