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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.