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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.