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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.