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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.