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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.