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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.