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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.