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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.