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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Skriet to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.