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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.