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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.