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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.