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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.