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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Slits,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Pagans,
Urselle,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.