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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.