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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.