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 Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.