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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.