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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Television,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.