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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.